Shadow Slave

Chapter 12

Right now, that obstacle was looking down, avoiding Sunny's gaze. His hand was resting on the sword handle. As always, the young slave had no idea about what was going on inside Hero's perfectly shaped head.

The uncertainty was making him nervous.

Finally, after some time had passed, the soldier spoke:

"I have only one question."

Both Sunny and Scholar stared at him while holding their breaths.

"Yes?"

"You said that one of us must be sacrificed to save the other two. Why him? From what I see, you are far closer to the grave."

'A great question! I was just about to ask it myself.'

Sunny turned to the older slave, trying very hard to suppress a mocking grin. But to his dismay, Scholar had an answer ready.

"Before the first attack, he was already bleeding because of your senior's whip. During the attack, he was drenched in the blood of a fellow slave. His cloak, too, was soaked in it when the previous owner died. The boy already reeks of blood. Keeping him alive will put us in danger. That's why he is the best choice."

The grin died before reaching Sunny's face.

'Curse you and your big brain!'

Scholar's reasoning was appallingly solid. Hero listened, his expression growing darker with each word. Finally, he looked at Sunny, a dangerous light shining in his eyes.

"That is true."

Sunny felt his mouth getting dry. Cold sweat was running down his spine. He tensed, ready to act…

But at that moment, Hero smiled.

"Your logic is almost unassailable," he said, unsheathing the sword. "However, you failed to account for one thing."

eyebrow, trying to hide

"What might that be?"

him, the smile disappearing from his face. Now, he was radiating thick, practically palpable killing

Grace. I also know what you've done, and how you ended up a salve. Just one of the revolting crimes you have

Scholar's eyes widened.

the smell

make you bleed enough to overpower whatever residual

A moment later, Scholar was shrieking on the ground, his leg broken with one strike from the flat side of the young soldier's

like that, Scholar

his usually graceful demeanor that Sunny felt blood turning to ice in

gave him a calm look and

"Wait for me here."

and dragged him down the path, soon disappearing behind a rock

was left

This is… this is

Scholar's demise came to be. And how ruthless it

time later, Hero was back, acting as though nothing had happened. But

of Scholar's rucksack and throwing most of the firewood out,

go. We need

Sunny gave him a nod and

only two

stupid,

had time for unnecessary thoughts. A strange feeling of melancholy descended on Sunny… somehow, he began to feel that the end of this nightmare, whatever it might be, was not

silence for some time before Hero

It's not your fault.

soldier was a few steps

actually, it's better that you don't. Just trust me when I say that

one of us feels

an illusion of righteousness

getting an answer,

you? Well, fair enough. Silence

speak again after that, each preoccupied with

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